About Me

I thought my fairytale had come true when I married the man of my dreams - and in many ways, it has. But after 16 cycles of hope and disappointment followed by a trip to see a consultant and three failed ICSI attempts, we have a diagnosis of both severe oligozoospermia and diminished ovarian reserve to contend with, and wonder whether we'll ever get a chance to complete our family.

The clinics - dramatis personae

The old clinic - where we had ICSI #1 (October 2009) and ICSI #2 (November/December 2009)

Mr No Nonsense - the consultant, a man of few words who doesn't like to sugar the pill

Nurse Perfect - my favourite nurse

Nurse First Time - the nurse I saw on our first appointment, who is my second favourite

Nurse Not Quite - the other nurse

The XXXX clinic - where we had ICSI #3 in 2010

Mr Miracle Worker - the head consultant

Mr Greek God - the consultant we saw on our first appointment

Mr Wonderful - the consultant we saw most often during ICSI #3

Aussie Girl - the nurse we saw on our first appointment

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Wish me luck...

We were told on Monday that the Big Boss wants to see as many members of my department as can make it today, to tell us the result of a review of the department's role. The review has not involved any member of the department - we have not been consulted, and the person who has conducted the review has very little understanding of or respect for what we do. He's the sort of person who can only see value if it can be measured in figures on a spreadsheet - preferably with £ signs in front of them.

Most of us think that there are probably going to be redundancies, and there may also be a fundamental change in the job description of those who are left. As a small, close-knit team, either of these things will cause a lot of upheaval.

On the plus side, if I'm made redundant I'll be able to cancel the event that would otherwise prevent me from doing IVF #3 this cycle.

Unfortunately, I think a doubling or more of my workload is more likely than redundancy, possibly with a shift in emphasis to mean that I get to do more of the stuff I hate and less of the stuff I enjoy.

Oh, wishing you tons and tons of luck. Reading your post, I couldn't help but flash back to the movie "Office Space". Not so funny when it's your reality. Keeping my fingers crossed that all works out well!